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A Maiden Young and Fair
Author Unknown 1933

“A maiden young and fair was she

Brought up in high society

An airman young and bold was he

Who brought this maiden to despair.

Now when her apron strings would meet

He’d walk with her through snow and sleet

But when those strings they would not meet

He’d pass her by out in the street.

Her father, coming home one night,

Found his house without a light

He went upstairs to go to bed

When suddenly he turned his head.

He went into his daughter’s room

And found her hanging by a rope

He took his knife and cut her down

And on her breast he found this note:

“I wish my baby had been born

Before these troubles had begun

So dig my grave both wide and deep

And lay white lilies at my feet”.

Now all you airmen bear in mind

A girl’s true love is hard to find

So if you find one good and true

Don’t change the old love for the new!

Kindly re-typed by one of our volunteers Lynn Herron

Maiden Young and Fair

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